Arklight-'Eternal life in New York City.'(Phase!)

This is the part where your small yellow eyes begin twitching like bound wire against the sharp highway as you watch people move around under a pink perfect glass some catching fire from expiremental contact.

Arklight are the prose with robes used as conditioned wet blankets for the seemingly freezing people at large, where cheese colored taxi cabs have embrasively become dangerous, and yet take you home, stay home... We see how the covers have been kicked back like silver rights without movement, the high hand comes down on you without shame, she still loves you I suppose, keep your several distances. What colors lurk at the bottom of the radio superstars mouth when she begins speaking about youth, lips, and technology, flowers=tornadoes+books.

In, and out of society with lipstick freedoms that involuntary spark out of control when you touch them, falling apart around some 1972 idea, 'just in case there is no justice you gotta learn the ways of drinking coffee! Shit no no! Cough syrup!' Words from your local current president whoever that might be...

I must say this record has really set me back. Arklight is my new favorite band for sure! On this fucking awesome record the solid leading track, for me, is 'Defeated'. Ithas been on a truthful repeat since Ive recieved these packages.

I found myseld wondering around on some trash blue planet, fast talking walking, with exspensive valley wheat shining gold that you cant touch, nor eat. I suppose the alternative to starving is to leave, but you just got here.

http://www.phasejunk.com/

Poor Faulkner(Joseph Allred)-'Viscera.'(Meliphonic Records)

Your childs first step towards such wonderful light, and beyond. The smell of their voice, and skin shakes the very core our mothers, and fathers built for us then... Your cats desiring your very attention in the strong morning as you awake to the lords hands reaching out, you recieve strong gifts... This fever youve had for years shall break at any moment over, and across the mountains that you inhabit with your shining silver claws climbing the breasts, and slope, some home with a fire place, tombstones of books, unopened letters, tea on the stove eye...

This is the secound cassette tape release from our beloved Joseph Allred, Poor Faulkner on Meliphonic Records. Painting pictures that Ernst couldnt even begin to capture in his industrial youth. I always, and will always, and forever shall allow Joeys music to soar through my body, opening me to family heritage, to lands that I can momentarily inhabit. Feeling free, and safe... A small fire arm rests on my hip, I step across personal rivers, and streams, copper rust trout jump from one ripple to the other. My home is 'Mandorla Valley...'

Henry Barnes Lowry-
March, 12 1903

https://meliphonicrecords.bandcamp.com/album/viscera

Graceless-'Mare.'(Meliphonic Records)

Another Meliphonic Records release by one of my favorite composer Graceless. Consisting of the best dudes, Matt Johnson, and Joseph Allred.

It takes place in 1763 during a young womans public hanging on the street square of Boston. Gathered around, people consisting of axes, leather lock bibles. Tear collectors, and rye bread for the blood offerings. As you stare at her cold purple feet, chains bouncing from her ankle bones to the nearby red gate. You notice she is praying, perhaps reciting a childhood mantra, something legendary in her pride, and heritage...

Some of the towns people began to throw tomatoes at her in correspondence to the very whipping, and torture presented to Christ. Some just stood there laughing while their small grey children threw stones at her arms, and feet. The exicutioner reaches for her bruised arm, pulling her closer to him he kisses her, and she turns away to cry. The court has agreed to her hang openly till midnight, swinging like some lawless pingalum, telling time as she drips blood onto the sand floor below.

The crows will eventually settle in, when they find the decentsey to leave the daily bakers bread shelves alone, and begin picking at the now yellow corpse, carrying with them her spirit to far away lands where she can breath, and have life once again...

Graceless: Lacking grace, elegance, or charm.

https://meliphonicrecords.bandcamp.com/album/mare

InterraBong-'Cursed Pelvis.' (Otherness)

This is a release from 2012, a time period that to me is very sacred, and important in my life. Featuring some of our wonderful friends, this tape is mainly arranged by James Dale. I consider Jim one of my main influences in art, and in life. He took me in as a student of curiosity some years ago, and has shaped me into the kind of person, or thing I am today. Sorry Jim I had to get that out.

InteraBong is a nonresistant slime product of the dense sences, but attracts broken lung sign languagers, and circus sexual tensions... A finnish boy with soft lock jaw reaching for a foriegn blade to really get their undivided attention, until cuts them in half that is.

The sound of rotting insects takes place in a blacked out swamp where witch doctors eat light bulbs for enlightenment, and shamans shit on top of classic buik dashboards for mating purposes. A bleeding asshole on horseback floats through the crusty horizon swinging papercuts, and vhs tape mantras. You can hear this from a mile away, or if you pay very close attention its inside your childs backpack that he is carrying home. I suggest you hurry home before this bleeding horse runs him down. After all he is carrying a message of diluted truth, and premature purpose.

This is the graphic suicide note that was left in a pair of pants, now going through the soft washing cycle at a laundry mat. You sit there watching the threats, details, and disorders circle around, and around before it breaks apart, blending into your attire as one.

https://m.soundcloud.com/interrabong

"The Day I Became a Planet" Nose (Trash Dog Records)

 

The game of comparing music to other music is often a tricky business. One could mine for influences concerning Nose's psychedelic opus "The Day I Became a Planet", but the album's one continuous song (consisting of different moods and movements) occupies another head space all together. Upon singer/guitarist Matt Alvanas's first announcement in the piece, "The Day I Became a Planet" connects more with the grainy science fiction movies of the 1950's more so than rock operas the average jerk-off on the street could name. It would be more fitting to compare the album to "2001 a Space Odyssey" than it would to any given Pink Floyd album. 

The warm, hissy fidelity of this grand under-taking liken the album more to a VCR tape watched over and over again in your best friends garage after nights of countless bong rips to the dome, and cigarettes you accidentally ashed in your Busch tall-boy: there's an unsettling coziness to the sound, a feeling of biting nostalgia that nights like these won't last forever. "The Day I Became a Planet" is musically a work of psychedelic curiosity, which ,without a doubt, pushed the old Tascam they were using to its limits, but thematically the album encompasses those feelings of expansion, change, moving on: the transformation of a corporeal being into a cosmic body; a tale of loss and transformation-Nose!

Creating a moving, organic piece such as "Planet", which manages to build upon a central theme for over half an hour, and remains interesting, is no simple feat. Nose! excels in asserting themselves in the varied moods and waves the album rides with youthful abandon. Guitars rip, the bass thunders, the drums pound, and synths squeal through time and space as this epic reaches its final celestial form as the band conjures the sounds of the titular planetary man as hurdles into the cold void of space. People don't make records with this sort of psychedelic ambition anymore. Nose!'s "The Day I Became a Planet" is the sort of record that crate diggers 15 years from now will fight tooth and nail for. Do yourself a favor and find a copy. "The Day I Became a Planet" encapsulates a band at the height of their creative vigor. Youth burns quickly, and things don't last forever: Nose!, "The Day I Became a Planet." 

-Blake Marlow 

https://nosenose.bandcamp.com/album/the-day-i-became-a-planet

Joseph Allred-'Honeyvoiced.'(Meliphonic Records)

First thing to be said about Joey is that he is a fallen angel that has graced, as well as blessed us with his grand gifts, presents, and wonderful knowledge of the universe involved in. Our humble, and at obvious times chaotic nature. I first met Joey in early 2010, and from that point on he has become my brother, and has reflected familiar light as to be a father. 'I protect you from ourselves.'

Honeyvoiced is the first solo project Joey has released on his wonderful home label Meliphonic Records. (Joseph Allred, Graceless, Buddist Pill, Sheep Bella Tine, and various projects, and releases featuring our beautiful friends.)

Pearl Harbor laboring in reverse, ammo slips back up into the planes as they carry out ugly deeds, fires buddied with dark criminal jet oil streams out across-turning the very ocean a bright rust color. Immediate antique figures launch cardboard attacks on the sences...

Coming through chrome intelligents this cassette tape release reaches out with long fingernails that grip softly the aches our culture brings onto itself daily. I pray that this be the begining, as Im sure that it is, of a way of life... Wondering aimlessly towards the heart of a loved one, past, present, or future, while gripping piano wire in our sleep. Joey youve done it, youve really done it!

Pressing flowers against cold stone, prsying over borrowed food, and punished by its nutrition for the body... Honeyvoiced is a mantra in which God has replied, but lost its voice. Without 'physical' words Joey has found that voice, and with has guided us through the valley of all things magnificent! As we sip forgiven liquids from lucent ceramic cups, we sit, and ponder about life, and death in a comfortable constant, and come to understand very simple, yet at times, complicated truths about everything, and everyone around us...

God bless you Joey for your voice to us is a savior, and a guiding light.

https://meliphonicrecords.bandcamp.com/album/honeyvoiced

ArkLight-'Kerchingles #3.'(Kerchow Records)

I fucking love these guys! Nick Dolezal at Kerchow Records really knows how to pick from the 'modern vanishing garden' for amazing artists. This is Kerchow Records, 'Kerchingles #3', release containing two songs, one for each side.

Before the rubber axe comes crashing down upon your potential targets, weapons shining in prepaired fires crafted from decisions made based on the hand held make up machine gleaming with underrated death rattlers, as well as scheduled Saint-Germain explosives.

You may stare at such a celebration, all that is asked of you is for you to honour, and therefore respect the soon-to-be corpse lifting itself from the soft cold ground, wearing a dirt robe gripping a hard copy of Gaza. This is your reality inside a modern key-hole where nobody is home...

Arklight is a visitation from the outsider, and its cherished purple sage rider while stepping through some broken glass valley where elementary spirits fly around releasing medecine portraits that you overcome while fully embracing your bedtime heritage scemes.

When it comes to this cassette tape release it challenges the fake pocket change freedom we carry around everyday. Spend it wisely...

https://kerchowrecords.bandcamp.com/album/calling-them-out-kerchingle-3

Manett-"The Sea Urchin EP."

With plenty of purple colorful oxygen for a voyage deep down into the prehistoric, lukewarm waters of love, and sensuality, you embodie a sea urchin lurking behind red clay coral, and the working day skeleton, with yellow eyes you see through, and well into the precious bedroom of a woman casting rich spray paint spells, and reciting magazine fuss about, and between window, and pain.

Singing into a mirror made out of 1981 weekends, hydration from the breath allows you to see distilled friendships disolve, and this bright pink reflection stares into the unusual lagoon reflecting back into the memory banks a rich confusion earned.

The opening track on B-side: 'A song, I forgot the words to, comes through so calmly like snow, its white noise spoke so softly to you, you then recall... As you surface from your voyage you crawl unto the golden yellow beach, gripping your foward silhouette as you lay down across the plants whom breathed that some time ago. Finding your wings pulled away, and tucked between some random hero, and their voice.

Manettes, 'The Sea Urchin EP', is rich in the stray cat realm, celebrating casual truth of the tender self.

https://manett.bandcamp.com/album/the-sea-urchin-ep